Page 59 of Own Me

Instead of running away, I find myself actually obeying him like an idiot whose mind has been completely warped by lust (which I think is exactly what's happening now).

I watch in trembling silence as he suddenly swings his lover back into his arms and sets her down on her feet. She's completely naked while he's fully dressed, and all I can do is swallow as I watch her body writhe while waiting for him to fuck her again.

"Don't look up until I tell you to."

I'm about to do what he says when I realize I'm not the one he's talking to, with Massimo grabbing a fistful of the other girl's hair as he pushes her head back down.

"I'm sorry,"she whimpers. "I promise, Master, I won't look up."

That one word nearly makes me stagger back, and my dazed gaze flies back up to the chiseled features of Massimo's gorgeous face even as my suddenly-dry lips part in shock.Did I hear that right? Did she just call him...Master?

Massimo pounds his cock back into her all of a sudden, and the force of his thrust is so exquisitely visceral in its savageness thatmy own body feels penetrated, and when I hear the other girl moan—-

"Yes, Master!"

I can only bite my lip against the urge to moan myself.

His dark gaze remains on me as he fucks the other girl harder and harder, and my helpless gaze remains on him as I hear that one-word echo in my mind like the serpent in Eden tempting me to sin.

Master. Master. Master.

That one word has roused other parts of me into aching consciousness, and even though I've never had the biggest tits, the way they're swelling so painfully now makes them feel inordinately heavy behind my shirt.

My mind urges me to look away and leave, but I just can't. This man is my most sensual downfall; one look from those dark eyes is enough to chain me in place, and my own flesh is aching in need as I listen to them fuck. There's the erotic slapping sound of their bodies as he drives his cock in and out of her quivering mound. There's the unmistakable squirt of wetness as she comes closer and closer to the edge of her orgasm. But the point of no return is when I hear her start to pant—-

Oh no.

I suddenly can't help it.

Even though I know it's wrong, I'm suddenly imagining myself as her, and everything that's happening to her is happening to me.

Aaaaaaaah.

I know it's crazy and sinful. I know it's not right. But I suddenly can't help feeling that it's my own tits that Massimo Marchetti is squeezing, or that it's my own ass that's feeling the delicious agony of his slap. I can't help but dream it's my pussy that this gorgeous, black-hearted mafia boss is pounding over and over and over...that it's suddenly too much, with the potent force of his sexuality burning all the way to the wettest part of me.

Aaaaaaaaaaah.

His lips curve in a knowing smirk when he sees me cup my hands over my mouth to keep myself from crying out.

You want me to fuck you, too.

I shake my head, violently.No! I don't!

Dark eyes gleam at me.We both fucking know you're lying.

I glare at him.It's not a lie!

His lazy mocking gaze drifts down to my swollen and painfully aching tits, and when I follow the direction of his eyes, I just want to shrink and disappear because of how my shamelessly erect nipples have completely given me away.

Argh!

I force myself to look up and make a face at him despite my now-reddened cheeks.I may want you, but it stops there!

I lift my chin.Got that?

I'm feeling really, really good after my passionate, and admittedly slightly self-righteous, avowal...until I see his beautiful slips slowly curve into a smirk.

Who do you think you're fooling?

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